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telesilla (telesilla) wrote in porn_battle,
@ 2008-09-18 14:48:00

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round five

Prompt List: Round Five
And now...the moment we've all be waiting for!

Prompt Lists: Round Five

You'll notice that the Western Media prompts have been handled a little differently; we're experimenting still. Also, please excuse any mistakes; all told we had over 2600 prompts and even split up as they were, things will slip past us.

So, you have a week; at some point in the evening on Thursday the 25th, I'll close the battle. Until then?

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Porn goes here!

You must put the prompt in the subject header of your comment. If the prompt is too long, name the fandom and pairing and as much of the rest as you can. (This is so that at the end of the round, we can make a link back to your fic on the final Master List.)

If your fic is too long for one comment, post part one as a top level comment and then the second part in reply to that comment and so on.

Have fun!

ETA: I am aware that most of the lists off site are all scrunched together. They shouldn't be and I'm working on it. Thanks for your understanding.

As of now--1:10 PST--the Porn Battle is closed.

The list of fics will be up soon, hopefully by tomorrow evening unless my connectivity issues continue.

Thanks for playing, everyone!

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Black Cat, Train/Saya, regret

ladynero
2008-09-21 04:09 pm UTC (link)

“Don’t you have regrets?”

Train watched Saya as she stared out over the lights of the city, a smile on her face and dancing in her eyes. She always seemed so happy and content as if she never had a worry or regret, and that attitude made him more curious about her. They had only met a few days before but he found himself drawn to her cheerful nature, the bright smile that encouraged people to smile along with her even if they didn’t know why.

She nodded, her short hair moving with the sharp action and drawing Train’s eye again. Part of him wondered if it was as soft as it looked while the rest of him jumped on that thought, reminding him that he couldn’t be a successful Number of Chronos with thoughts like that. It would only distract him while on a job.

“Everyone has regrets, but if you let them weigh you down, then how can you enjoy life?” she replied, spreading her hands as if releasing her worries to fall away. She shook her head. “I don’t want to live a life full of regrets that constantly remind me of could haves, should haves, and would haves. That’s not a life. I prefer to live my life as if everyday might be my last, with as few regrets as possible.”

Absently nodding, Train felt his heart clench at the thought of this vibrant young woman dying, but considering her profession as a Sweeper, it was always a strong possibility. He found himself leaning towards her and told himself that he shouldn’t do this, that he couldn’t, but her lips were soft against his. She made a sound that was less ‘stop’ and more ‘continue, and Train reached up to bury his hands in her hair. He discovered to his delight that her hair was indeed as soft as it looked, and he whimpered as his desire flared hot and bright.

Her laughter floated above them as he pressed her down onto the roof, his long coat providing some protection and padding, before she showed him how to open her strange kimono. His golden eyes ran over her bared body, drinking in the sight of her stretched out before him as he tugged off his own clothes. Hades was laid on his shirt with respect for the weapon even as her gun joined the unique gun before his full attention was turned to her. His hands roamed across her soft skin as he bent to kiss her, and her hands callused from using a gun swept across his skin, catching just enough to remind him that she was a fighter in her own right.

Panting whispers brushed across his ears, encouraging him to touch, to taste, to indulge in his senses as slender legs wrapped around his hips, guiding him into tight, wet heat that gripped him with an almost frightening intensity. He shivered as she lightly scratched her nails down his back before she taught him how to move, their bodies rocking together as he felt his pleasure grow slightly with each thrust into her pliant and willing body. He growled against her throat, his teeth seeking out the soft skin there, and she laughed, light and breathless as he raised a dark bruise that left a sense of satisfaction in him. It was as if he were marking her for all to know she was claimed.

All too soon, they were tensing and shuddering against each other before collapsing in a sweaty, gasping tangle of limbs. This time when Saya’s laugh danced across the air, Train’s joined it in a breathy and satisfied manner. Once they had caught their breath, she leaned up and whispered in his ear, getting another of those breathy laughs Train was still trying out before he moved to cover her again.

Neither one noticed the pair of jealous eyes glaring at them a few buildings away.

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